I don't actually have a lot of optimism about finding a better outcome from this process, but it's one of the things I can do that might improve my health. So we shall see. Dad has been a Hero of the Revolution pursuing the endless hours of paperwork and phone calls required to get me here.
And of course, one of the intake procedures is a new CT scan. The prospect of which produces a deep anxiety in me. Because every time I slide into that tube, it might be the Big, Bad News that finally sets my expiration date. Playing Russian roulette with medical imaging isn't my idea of fun.
We shall see. Updates when I have them.